As a guest, tie up the host, take the initiative to drive into the house consciously.

As the owner, he was happy to be free, and was brought into his house by a lot of flowers.

Saitama Kawayuki feels that these people live like a tough big health care, and they don't give money after P, and they are even worse among them, and they are so ruthless that they leave the underworld coin as P capital.

It's worse than a jumping god.

Zhang Ailing said: Whenever I see you, I keep my head very low, low into the dirt. I was a lowly, I saw my lover, I saw my rivals, I saw them together, but I dug a pit and buried myself in the dirt.

Saitama River Snow wants to say, I want to be high, but my height doesn't allow it! Seeing the domineering president Gin next door, I Saitama wanted to get hard! But people are 1.9 meters, and my mother is 1.5 meters, can this be compared? What's more, the north wind is the main one, and the elbow begins to secretly turn out again, the person is the model worker supervisor, you are the model employee!

I, Saitama, take care of their business, and they will work together to find a pit to bury me in minutes!

Mix mud and soil to a certain proportion, expose the head and then bury it, wash it when digging out, there will be no evidence, introduce how to bury people rationally, how to flexibly use language knowledge to evade responsibility of the book, the big guy wrote a lot of uproar, one is numb than the scalp.

And the north wind, that is the true legend of the one.

Don't talk about ordinary Lori, grandma Lori Meng Po is afraid.

The north wind and Gin escorted Ergou and Saitama openly, watching the scenery along the way while walking, and there were only mosquitoes in the dark all around, or the heavy-mouthed mosquitoes who liked to kiss their feet, but Gin felt that his mood was beautiful again.

The night breeze is lonely and leisurely, and I am beautiful alone.

The right hand naturally unbuttoned the big windbreaker, and the body pretended to be inadvertently glued to Beifeng's body, and if it was sticky, it wouldn't come down, so Beifeng had to pick up a lump of gin, put it on top of the tied trio, and shook his head seriously: "I'm not cold, you sit down obediently with gin, and it will be there soon." ”

Gin nodded, taking Beifeng's tone for granted.

Hey, why go to this mosaic-faced child's house to stay overnight, you can go to the apartment together.

The apartment was a big size, more than enough for two people, and he even preferred a smaller house. ……

It's a pity......

Well, to add, the apartment room doors are all separate, Gin definitely doesn't climb into bed at night, and doesn't hide spare keys, really.

Gin, it's a good guy, really.

Besides, he personally set the "rule that no one is allowed to enter the piano room and sleep on the piano bed", and Gin allowed someone to cross his bottom line and go wild.

Certainly not because he's changeable.

Just because...

It's him.

……

Yes, of course you can.

……

Saitama Kawayuki's face was pale, the talisman on her head was glowing, her eyes suddenly closed and then opened, emitting the height of a large bulb, like an aluminum alloy dog's eye under an electron microscope.

Meng Po completely controlled her body, and the soul of Saitama Bazong was temporarily squeezed out, she looked up at the white ceiling in confusion, only to find that she was doing a handstand, or from the perspective of a ghost, the handstand was in the positive direction, her head and feet were not reversed, and her head was not moving.

The girl who hasn't been noticed by Conan is still alive.

……

Across the wall, the black trench coat lurks like a bat.

Waiting is the most violent poison.

You are poison, I am wine, poison and wine are indispensable.

The poison makes people restless and makes it difficult to breathe.

Gin's ears were close to the wall, and the expression on his face was terrifyingly quiet, and the north wind carried a mosaic into the house behind his back, even if it was through a wall, he would always be vigilant and protect the man's safety.

If necessary, blow up the wall.

Gin thought, this time you have no reason to say that I am a loser, this wall is not the wall of the organization, let alone the wall of my face.

……

But the bomb is still the bomb of the organization.

……

"My dear Beifeng, I haven't seen you for a long time, do you miss me Meng Po?" Lori blinked, and the original innocence on her face turned into a deeply hidden treacherous and cunning, and the north wind disliked standing away.

"I miss you so much!" Meng Po was as elated as a young girl.

"Enough, good fake." Beifeng froze with an expressionless face.

"Sooner on."

Beifeng saw Meng Po's face full of smirks and immediately became expressionless (⊙_⊙), as calm as a flat table.

"Cause me to waste so many expressions." Meng Po added.

Beifeng nodded seriously, "Well, the little girl's face has been laughed out of Director Jin's emoji by you, look at you, it doesn't matter if you waste your expression, it also causes trouble to others, it's just a person in a sleeve, you really should be beaten." ”

The handstand soul on the side nodded in agreement. It's hard for her to be able to laugh at her cute face like Saitama River Snow as a husky.

Meng Po, whose hellish language grades are mediocre every year, is twisted into a river.

The person in the condom is the Hanhan who was laughed to death by his prospective girlfriend? My Meng Po obviously doesn't have a girlfriend yet, how can she compare it like this?

The hell champion list is out of level~

Meng Po shook her head, the dead fish's eyes turned outward, and she opened her mouth and began to chat seriously: "I'm dead, yes, I'm dead again." ”

"Oh." The north wind responded with a gentle sound, turned around and left.

Why do you think it's a big deal?

That's it?

Hell was not pierced by Sun Monkey, don't panic.

"You are ruthless! Don't you wonder who killed me? Or how dare he kill me! I, Meng Po, am an immortal in the flesh and an immortal in the soul, how did he kill me with his hands? ”

"Not curious."

Beifeng is really not curious, what does it feel like to die, I don't feel it......

The soul is immortal, the body is gone, and you can go to the Lechuan River to catch a random body and make do with it, which are so many elements.

"You don't understand the horror of that thing, it's... Even the existence of a soul that can be eaten, not to mention our little immortal soul, immortal... The so-called immortality is not truly eternal, it has been devoured and digested by the powerful soul, you have become a part of it, you are no longer yourself, this is the true meaning of death, your soul is no longer you, simply put, it is a glass of water, the cup is still there, but the core has changed from water to milk. ”

"What's the difference, you can't drink it, after drinking the milk, the cup is still a cup."

Meng Po's eyes widened in disbelief.

"That's right......"

But in that kind of face, how can a god of death as weak as a fish fight? Unless it's the big guy who likes to put women's clothes on men......

Meng Po thought about it and decided to tell Beifeng a secret, as long as she shouted to the sky, "I want to wear women's clothes", that terrible woman would come, and throw out the women's clothes in her arms with a sweet smile that were as colorful as the Chinese food system.

During Meng Po's thoughts, the north wind was closely linked to the history books of hell.

Well, if you want to say anything so powerful, it's the only one......

In the ancient East, people called it ...... Him.

They are all excellent criminals, one can spread cults more than the other, and can even fool octogenarian male believers to jump up in public and expose their breasts in the Pure Land of Bliss, fooling the septuagenarian mother from touching porcelain to really ascending to heaven, to put it simply, he...

It is the transmission of the incomprehensible form...... Is it a crime~

Afraid?

Unafraid.

……

Gin's eyes followed the white wall, as if across a wall, and saw the north wind bullying the child behind his back.

He hadn't looked away from himself for a long time.

Looking at the watch in my hand for a full five minutes.

Leaning against the wall, carrying a cigarette in his hand, the kind of book transfer is not high-end, Gin's fingers flexibly turned the cigarette and told himself.

Melancholy days are suitable for losers, and if you lose today, you will continue tomorrow.

Just do it.

A few bullets fed the air, and the gray hair slowly grew into the middle.

The wall of the Saitama River Snow House is pierced.

Wear out one word: wind.